A thin layer of snow had accumulated on the corrugated metal roof of the repair shop, and the reflected sunlight was so dazzling it was hard to keep one's eyes open. Lin Mo crouched beneath a truck, tightening bolts, his white breath quickly dispersing in the cold air. The wristband rested against the inside of his wrist, hidden beneath his cuff. He had accidentally touched it while working, and its screen had lit up, displaying a clear pale-blue "200."
He felt no particular stir in his heart. He even wanted to laugh a little. When he had first crossed over, he had stared at those numbers every day, waiting desperately and believing that a new ability could solve every problem. But now, Physical Enhancement let him endure and run, while Phasing Ability let him pass through walls to deliver things. That was more than enough for all the little matters around the neighborhood—last month, when he helped Gretchen move her piano, he had simply taken it through the wall into her living room, saving her the cost of a moving company; last week, when he caught that repeat bicycle thief, he had run circles around the man until he was completely disoriented and exhausted without Lin Mo even needing to lay a hand on him.
"Mo! Look what I brought!" Ted charged into the garage with snow piled on his head, carrying a huge thermos in his arms. Steam seeped from the gap beneath its lid, bringing with it a rich scent of meat. "Aunt May's beef stew! She packed you a whole thermos full and said it was to build up your strength."
Lin Mo crawled out from beneath the truck, his face smudged with grease. He wiped it with the back of his hand. "How did she know